Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre
who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to
all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads
the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if
you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to
play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few
funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.
You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue;
it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new
film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you
had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that
had purposely been left out of the media.
The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael
McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The
producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to
whether or not you would be playing.
From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You
began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved
to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you
a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats.
Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the
show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.
The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing
and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you
really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh;
everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up
for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well,
you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to
come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re
going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else
in the studio.
“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message”
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like
we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing
and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on
the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had
become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?”
Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and
addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The
audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat,
“Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t
we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he
laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were
slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it
was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They
went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat
to continue your interview.
You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think
about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about
removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just
one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused
while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we
sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels
like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a
drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a
fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain
America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed
“no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now!
Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what
does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the
old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever
been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for
the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going
to be a bad one isn’t it!”
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened
last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened
last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at
least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a
few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and
when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I
was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story,
you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.
“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next?
‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read
this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can
both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does
he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here
tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has
to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go
for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The
audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let
out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that
he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling,
we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since
we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for
everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks
like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You
were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically
already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end,
you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a
lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in
quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your
face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending
on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next
I went to a film festival in South Korea called Pusan last year. Obviously the karaoke in South Korea is amazing. And I found my inner B.B. King that night. Stand By Me. Never been able to sing it. For whatever reason in front of the European Film Commission - rock star. R&B came out of me. I don’t know why, it just happened.
hello all, long time no see, I took the admision exam for college in March, I will know the results of it on April 6th, I don’t think I did too well, if I didn’t, I have to wait till next year to take it again :/ anyway, I’ve been relaxing since the exams, tons of new pretties thanks to new pictures that surfaced, I got really inspired today mostly. Also, I just discovered that, besides ALLLL the shit I have that stems from Spina Bifida, I have something called preauricular sinus, on BOTH ears (which only happens in like 25% of cases…yay me!), now for the most part is nothing, doesn’t bother, just sits there. But in MY case, because I have low immune system due to dialysis, is prone to start leaking, open up and get infected like every six months, it did get infected in one ear, really bad now, I had to go to the ER to get it drained which HURT, and been on antibiotics for a week now, so I’m making all arrangements to get the thing (fistula, I think it is) removed from both ears, I don’t know when it’ll happen, but some time in the next month, probably, I’ll let everyone know when I have a date for the surgery. Is not a complicated procedure, I’ll be sent home once it’s done and I’m not as high, doesn’t involve general anesthesia, just valium and local anesthetics. Anyway, I’m fucking annoyed that I need another uncomfortable procedure, but I’d rather just get it over with and not have it bother me on and off for the rest of my life.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
@hiddlesmouse: #TomHiddleston puts the poetry “If—”(by Rudyard Kipling) on the wall in his kitchen